Chapter 018 Dinner

Wang Bo wasn't entirely sure how many subjects a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had to study per year, but from what he could tell from the story, besides courses related to spells, there were also Potions, History of Magic, Herbology, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and so on.

This was nothing like Miyamizu Mitsuha.

If Miyamizu Mitsuha were placed in Hogwarts, she would be a complete eccentric with a lopsided education.

It wasn't that Miyamizu Mitsuha was unwilling to study these subjects; it was that Wang Bo didn't know them, so naturally he couldn't teach them to her.

But neither of them really cared about that.

After all, this wasn't Hogwarts—there were no potions, no herbs, no dark magic, and learning the history of magic was utterly useless.

So none of that was necessary.

It was enough to just learn magic, and over the two months, Miyamizu Mitsuha had mastered these spells proficiently.

Wang Bo was quite gratified.

Moreover, over these two months, it wasn't just Miyamizu Mitsuha who had improved; Wang Bo had also made good progress. Besides Ripple Breathing and Steel Body, the biggest improvement was in his magical power.

Each time Wang Bo drank over a hundred bottles of magic potion, it took about three to five days to digest.

In two months, Wang Bo had consumed over a thousand bottles of magic potion.

Although each bottle brought only a tiny improvement, small gains added up, and over two months, his magical power had more than doubled.

It had to be said, this was a wonderful thing.

Seeing his magical power surge every day was enough to make Wang Bo addicted.

However, taking too many potions wasn't all good. The biggest drawback was that while the quantity of his magical power increased, its quality declined—it wasn't as pure as before he started taking potions.

But Wang Bo didn't see this as a major problem; he could improve the quality of his magical power by spending some time on it.

Overall, the benefits of taking potions outweighed the drawbacks.

Another benefit over these two months was that the relationship between Wang Bo and Miyamizu Mitsuha had also made extraordinary progress.

After all, the human heart is made of flesh; it would be strange if their relationship remained stagnant after two months together.

During these two months, they spent every day together, and their feelings naturally warmed quickly. Facing Wang Bo, Miyamizu Mitsuha had let down her guard and revealed the unique liveliness and energy of a high school girl.

Today was no exception.

Just as Wang Bo was digesting the magic potion he had just drunk, Miyamizu Mitsuha pushed open the door and rushed excitedly into his room, exclaiming, "Master, master, I've learned a new spell!"

Wang Bo was taken aback. A new spell? He remembered that he hadn't taught her any new spells recently.

Before Wang Bo could react, Miyamizu Mitsuha began chanting.

It was a very obscure incantation, definitely not a spell from the Harry Potter world.

Then, Wang Bo saw the shadow under Miyamizu Mitsuha's feet begin to boil, and black butterflies flew out from her shadow.

The black butterflies had blood-red patterns on them, looking very enchanting and magnificent, with a unique kind of beauty.

"How about it, master? Isn't it beautiful?"

Miyamizu Mitsuha said proudly; "Don't underestimate these butterflies—they're very practical. They can scout, monitor, defend, and even attack enemies."

Wang Bo rubbed his temples. This magic was from a different system than the magic of the Harry Potter world.

He roughly understood. "You learned this spell from the butler, didn't you."

"That's right, that's right." Miyamizu Mitsuha nodded repeatedly and said seriously, "The butler is really knowledgeable and proficient in many kinds of magic. I studied this one spell for a long time before I learned it."

Wang Bo said, "The butler is a demon, so naturally he's proficient in magic. But you should know that the magic you've learned is very dangerous."

Magic from the Harry Potter world is not only convenient, but even if the casting is interrupted, there is no backlash.

But demon magic is different.

Once interrupted during the casting process, there will be backlash, which is very troublesome.

However, in terms of effectiveness, demon magic does surpass the magic of the Harry Potter world.

Take the spell Miyamizu Mitsuha just cast—a single butterfly has multiple functions like scouting, defense, monitoring, and attacking enemies.

This is the combined effect of several spells from the Harry Potter world.

And in the Harry Potter world, not everyone can use combined spells.

Miyamizu Mitsuha waved her hand carelessly and said, "Don't worry, master, I won't cast spells in front of others. There's no danger."

Wang Bo: "...In any case, I forbid you from learning any more magic from the butler or any demon in the villa, understand, Mitsuha."

"Huh, but..."

"But what?"

"But master hasn't taught me any new spells for a long time."

"That's because you don't need to learn new spells anymore." Wang Bo said seriously, "In your world, you don't need magic at all. I taught you magic only to help you convince your father, not for you to fight anyone, understand, Mitsuha."

Miyamizu Mitsuha's face immediately fell. "I understand."

Wang Bo continued, "Also, you've been away for a long time, Mitsuha. You should go back."

"Huh? Master is driving me away?!" Miyamizu Mitsuha looked shocked, her expression turning sad.

Wang Bo flicked her forehead, and as she covered it and cried out in pain, he couldn't help but scold, "Idiot, don't forget why you learned magic. The people of Itomori are waiting for you to save them."

"I... I understand." Mentioning Itomori, Miyamizu Mitsuha barely mustered her spirits. But she was still very sad. Over these two months, her fondness for Wang Bo was more than a little.

Though it was limited to the bond between master and disciple.

Now that she had to part from her master, she was naturally heartbroken.

"Thank you, master."

"You're welcome." Wang Bo ruffled Miyamizu Mitsuha's hair. "Tonight we'll have a good meal as a farewell, Mitsuha."

"Yes, master." Miyamizu Mitsuha nodded, holding back tears so they wouldn't spill from her eyes.

Wang Bo couldn't help but scratch his hair.

He really hated this kind of parting.

But life is full of various separations and reunions; there was no helping it.

In the evening, Wang Bo cooked a sumptuous dinner for Miyamizu Mitsuha as a farewell banquet, and also gave her a few parting gifts.